He pointed at an entry way leading up a short flight of stairs with an unmarked door at the top "No matter what the girl behind the desk says, your re...ponse will be, Quote I hear Betty Page and the Marquee de Sade would make a cute couple. Say that exactly and nothing else or you won't get in."Climbing the stairs was my excuse for my shallow breathing and racing hart or at least I hoped the little round and robust granny sitting behind a plan oak desk decked out with the normal office equipment. She went inside and paid for their stay, once back at the car she started hauling some of the luggage upstairs, she hadn't anticipated stairs? Angie was still in the car sleeping really soundly. Sara wasn't really surprised however; it's happened before. Sara's dad called her a "hard sleeper." Sara recalls drawing on her face as a joke once. The following morning Angie wasn't happy and most definitely not much happier after the realization of it being permanent marker.As for Sara she bent down. "Thank you for fucking all 18 of us!" So that's how many guys there were," she thought to herself. "Seemed like more. Eighteen is nothing for a seasoned pro like me, but mom's poor twat will be sore for a while."Olivia watched as her mother eased her bruised body into the warm water. Her hips had red welts on them that would surely form into bruises, likely from all the hands grabbing her as she got fucked form behind. Olivia grabbed the soap and washed her mother's back, paying attention to. Like most farm wives, Mrs. Troutman was a terrific cook. I never wanted to miss a meal she set on the table. Bacon and coffee aromas dragged me out of bed, they must’ve grabbed Jim as well. I half-dressed so I could hit the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash a little cold water on my face. Groggy, yet fully dressed, Jim lumbered in to some do some of the same just as I was finishing. By the time I put a clean shirt on, Jim was waiting by the door. To say I was starved was an understatement,.